Poems

Time, that rare commodity Invested in tranquility Spent wisely on the future Surely dividends will pay. I say farewell to moments past Knowing time has come at last To wish the team at NTT A heartfelt warm adieu. To pastures blue I nod goodbye And swear I have no alibi I'm guilty as a boy can be Of wanting something new. So I confess, my eyes wide open Passion fresh and not unspoken To seek a future in the light To build up power, human might. Our potential, AI framing Bringing depth to all our dreaming Follow me, I'll follow you To form our new awakening.

Written on leaving NTT DATA — on gratitude, time well spent, new beginnings, and the frontier of human potential and AI.

For every line we did form; And every endpoint that was born; The many years of standardisation; Causing layers of conflagration. We built it into ESB To set the code completely free But wisdom was not built within The logic of the paradim. Along came LLM design With context that is so sublime With powers many to unite Through agents, MCP delight. So now we have within our hands A greater reach than e'er we held To shape the world as we see fit And redress all our deficit.

On decades of machine-to-machine architecture finding its missing piece: a reasoning consumer that understands intent, not just signatures.

Rainbows captive, milled steel — eyes, hands, heart, feel. Thoughtless touch and unwise choice binds the hand through temptress voice. Looking down I feel the pain, a token sign of palm remains, adhered so fast to embers burnt — a costly lesson, lastly learnt. For all that shimmers is not gold, and shiny things do beauty hold, but dangers there in truth reside, the threat within seductress pride. So better now to balance truth and shape myself beyond my youth into a wiser, slower hand — that pauses first to understand.

On the seductive danger of AI tools that look safe but carry invisible heat — and the wisdom of pausing before you reach out.